Unseen Truth (chapter 2 of 'Is wolfram dead?':

KYO KARA Maoh: fan fiction: yuurixwolfram

Title: What Wolfram?

This is the first part. If no one likes it I won't put up the rest.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kyo Kara Maoh or the characters. Though I wish I did-but then don't we all! ;).

Summary: Yuuri and Wolfram had an argument and right after that; Wolfram was fatally injured and died. Yuuri is shocked and is coming to realize his feelings. But he thinks it's too late. But did Wolfram really die? If not, then how will he get back into his body? And then what will happen?

Rated: T?-(not really there nothing bad except slight yoai.)

Genre: Yuuram, romance, angst... and something else?

Chapter: 2 (third chapter should be 'dead state')

WARNING: READ THIS!!!!When I wrote this fanfic I had only watched 15 episodes so some of my characters might have a slightly altered personality then the character in the anime so… forgive me. But that doesn't mean the story isn't worth reading. READ! And review.

UNSEEN TRUTH:

Yuuri breath got stuck in his throat. WHAT JUST HAPPENED? It was not true... That just did not happen to Wolfram! Not him… not like this…not now…no… NOOOOOOO!!

The world turned depressingly dark as if some one had turned off the lights. The world was black the sky was dark until it was lit up with lightning. Rain started to fall in big splashing drops. The only thing else that was glowing was the Maoh. His hair became longer, silky, his body broader. His aura was commanding respect and he wanted vengeance.

Every one stopped what ever they were doing. The Maoh looked up with a face that was expressionless and with eyes that were ablaze.

Unexpectedly, the patches of ground underneath the thieves turned into quick sand and they began to get sucked in. They screamed and begged for mercy even though they knew it was hopeless. They were being punished for what they had done. The thieves were completely dragged in until the tops of their heads were submerged with the rest of their bodies. If they kicked or punched they were only drawn in faster. It was useless to fight.

A moment after they were all submerged, they were thrown out as if vomited by the ground itself. They were mostly unconscious and fatigued. The Maoh looked at them utterly disgusted.

"You are all so repulsive that even the earth does not want you."

The Maoh's words were heavy black daggers of ice.

"You are all a bunch of fools and upon you I shall carry out justice and make you atone for your crimes."

The sky crackled with boundless energy ready to do the Maohs bidding.

"Majesty you must refrain yourself! Please," Conrad called out trying to make his voice be heard over the clamour.

The Maoh turned his head and looked coldly at Conrad.

"I am the Maoh and will carry out justice of behalf of justice. I will be fair though they do not deserve it."

Silence except for the crackling and thundering of the lightning above. No one was quite brave enough to challenge the authority of the Maoh.

From nowhere came a sound of something familiar to the Maoh, or more accurately, to Yuuri.

That was Wolfram voice!

The Maoh turned to the sound and found Wolfram lying on the ground. It looked as if he was motionless but maybe he still had a chance to live. Yuuri, the Maoh, walked over to where his fiancé lay bloodied on the ground. The Maoh bent, black hair spilling to Wolfram's golden and put one hand beneath his head and one underneath Wolfram's legs, and lifted Wolfram up. The Maoh held the broken body close to his own. He looked at Wolfram's face and his own softened up slightly.

Abruptly, he started to glow with the rain around him thickening. In the blink of an eye, The Maoh with a bundle that was Wolfram disappeared, with out another thought to the shocked eyes he left behind.

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Gisela, the nurse/doctor/healer, was working peacefully in the infirmary, unaware of the outside world when without warning, a light formed in her room and the Maoh majestically stepped out. Gisela spun around and immediately bowed, "Your Majesty."

The Maoh nodded then looked at the bundle in his arms. He heard the nurse gasp. Well he supposed that his fiancé did look rather 'bad'.

"Where can I lie him down?"

The nurse looked at her beds and pointed toward her most comfortable one.

"There would be fine but be careful when you put him down." Gisela warned.

The Maoh silently walked over to the side of the bed and placed Wolframs body down as gently as you would a new born babe. His majesty's face was expressionless but behind the mask Yuuri was feeling awful at the thought of losing Wolfram. No he shouldn't even think that. He might jinx something. He had to remain optimistic. Though Yuuri didn't realize it himself, he had come to care a lot for the blond bishounen. His likening was becoming something deeper then just friendship but Yuuri was too naive to realize, and now it might be too late.

The king of Shin Makoku removed his hand from underneath his mazoku soldier and then smoothly took a step back. The nurse rushed to start work on her patient. The Maoh just stood there observing and watching quietly. Careful not to disturb her. He let the nurse do her job for he lacked in healing magic.

The nurse was not moving much but he could see her concentration on her face while she was working on him.

Though the Maoh and Yuuri were in a way, two souls in one body they were closely intertwined, the Maoh knew everything about Yuuri and all his feeling and as Yuuri would find out all about the Maoh, when he was mature enough and ready. But in reality the Maoh and Yuuri were really just one person. Easiest way to explain was that the Maoh was a darker and more powerful side of Yuuri. Since they were really just one person, they shared feelings and emotions. They 'both' cared, protected for the same people and loved the same ones.

Maoh and Yuuri were connected together deeply and the Maoh felt the uneasiness and heartache that Yuuri was feeling upon seeing Wolfram in this state. The Maoh and Yuuri knew that Yuuri was going to remember what happened here whether, good or bad.

WWWWW:

An endless sea of black. That was all Wolfram von Bielefeld saw. Or maybe thought he saw? All he remembered was very vague so maybe he didn't really remember it at all. He remembered having blacked out as his vision had gone out. But after that… all he thought he remembered was being held by someone. It had smelled suspiciously like Yuuri, it was probably his dying brain trying to fool him into a happy death. It seemed the whole world was conspiring against him. Even himself!

He knew it couldn't have been Yuuri. It was probably one of his brothers, probably Conrad. The double black boy hated him, and he had heard it himself if not in the same words. He was angry at himself now. Why did he have to fall for someone like Yuuri! He had to start loving the one person that seemed to despise him!

But…he still loved Yuuri and loving him was breaking his heart.

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A tear slid down from underneath Wolfram closed eyes staining his cheeks.

What? The Maoh wondered. How and why could Wolfram possibly be crying about?

WWWWWW:

Well, the wimp was going o jump with joy because Wolfram knew he couldn't hold on to life much longer.

He was going to die and his stupid mind was still busily trying to organize his feeling.

His two half were trying to balance each other out. Half of him desperately wanted to stay alive so that he could burn something up, show indifference to what Yuuri had said, kick Yuuri (and call him a wimpy king), die a more noble death, but before that- burn a hell lot of stuff up. He wanted to show Yuuri that he didn't love him at all and get their engagement cancelled once and for all.

His other half had a completely different story. This was his more 'girlish' half. Not really girlish but more caring. Though this half also wanted to cancel the engagement, it additionally wanted to help Yuuri find a beautiful girl who would be his 'special someone' and whom he would love.

Moreover, this side of his wanted to also keep on loving Yuuri and live off the few glances that he would get of the king.

Wolfram reached a conclusion. He thought that if he could stay alive, he would absolutely do two things. He would first cancel the engagement cleanly and neatly and then, then, he would burn something big…he had 'castle' on his mind.

These were some of his many worthless thoughts while he was about to die.

Finally his mind settled down so his thoughts were now saner. He felt drowsy and tired. The darkness around him was starting to feel welcoming. He was really very tired. How would dying feel? Hmm? Was it soothing? Did you see your life flash by like everyone said? Did you cry? Would you regret dying? He would never be ready to die but if it would let him get away from reality (and if it was his ultimate fate) then so be it.

Wolfram saw a light. A light that was illuminating the darkness in his head. Was this the white light that Yuuri said people saw when they died? Wait. This light was peculiar. The light seemed to be forming features. The features of a face. Who's face? Oh. He had seen this face before. In Günter's room. It had a striking resemblance too his own. Underneath the picture had been a name... If that was true then this could only mean one thing…

Could this be Shinou? Could this be the Great Original Maoh?

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They said that the spirit lives on even when the body is gone.

Wolfram believed that. He saw it in front of his own eyes. (Technically his mind.)

The Original Maoh looked at him and slightly squinted.

Wolfram just stared surprised out of his wits. What could Shinou want with him? Couldn't Wolfram at least die peacefully or use his remaining strength to try and heal himself?

The Blond Maoh was still looking at Wolfram.

"Wolfram…"

Wolfram remained silent. Not trusting himself to speak, because he knew he just might insult this Maoh or say something he might want to take back later.

"You do know your fate right now?" The Maoh asked questionably as if having a casual talk. "You know you are going to die."

Wolfram was getting pissed off. Of course he knew! It was HIS body.

He forced himself to exercise patience.

"Yes I know! Why are you here anyway? I don't really expect you to be the kind of person who visits people at their death bed." Wolfram couldn't help but viciously glare at this intruder of his mind.

"Of course I have a reason to be here…" He left off the rest of his sentence.

Wolfram felt didn't like talking to this Maoh. First of all he was different from Yuuri and he was like Wolfram's double. Except for the blue eyes and age difference they could have been twins. Hmph. He would have been a twin with him!

Wolfram folded his imaginary arms in impatience. Couldn't the Maoh just spit out the reason he was here?

"Let me just say Wolfram, that I find you a fine person. There is no use for me to let you die."

Wolfram looked into the Maoh's eyes. He didn't know he was useful to the Maoh.

"Are you saying that you can stop me from dying?"

"See, you are smart…, when your mind is clear."

What would the First Maoh gain by saving Wolfram? Wolfram didn't have time to puzzle this. There were more pressing matters.

"Think of this as a gift. You gave your life up to save the present Maoh didn't you? Well and," The Maoh paced and continued, "You are the Maoh's fiancé as well."

Wolfram sighed, reminded again of something he wanted to forget, "I won't remain his fiancé for long… he seems to hate me."

There was a thoughtful silence.

"How can you be so sure?" Shinou took a step toward Wolfram, "You know…hmm…This is what I will do, so listen."

Wolfram didn't want to, but then there might be some clause to this that he would not know about.

"Your soul shall be separated from your body for the length of a week. This will allow your body to heal completely with out any disturbances from your heart or brain. Your body will be in a form of deep slumber."

Wolfram looked at the First Maoh, distrusting. The Maoh took another step so they were only an arms width between their two bodies.

"But...", Shinou intentionally didn't complete his sentence.

"I knew there was a catch; do I have to do an eternal service to you?" Wolfram was preparing to say a no.

"No," The Original Maoh smiled, "You only have to find a way to get back into your body. And make sure your own body is not buried or thrown out."

"Is there something else that you are not telling me?"

The Maoh smirked, "there might be…But you don't need to know."

"Of course I do!"

"No you don't."

Wolfram slowly released a breath. This guy knew how to get on a person's nerves but hey, he was going to live again! Then he would take revenge on Yuuri. But…

"So if I will be a wandering soul for a week, will I appear as a ghost?"

"Your not going to leave anything unsaid are you?" Wolfram just glared, "Yes, you will be a ghost and people will not be able to see you though, they may sense you."

"OK"

"Pardon me?"

"I said ok! Do whatever you need to…"

Shinou, the Maoh smiled a big smile. "A wise choice Wolfram. Your not are not as clueless as you seem are you?"

The Maoh chuckled.

Wolfram blushed. "Go ahead already!"

"Very well Wolfram…"

The Maoh calmly kissed Wolfram's blushing cheek. Taken aback by the gesture, Wolfram's spiritual body went motionless. Smiling, the Maoh put both his hands on Wolfram's chest and gently pushed.

Wolfram felt as if something within his body –as if his consciousness- was being pushed. There was a light, causing Wolfram to shut his eyes. The last thing he heard in his mind was a faint "goodbye Wolfram…" in a sinister voice.

With that Wolfram left his body behind and emerged with only his spirit.

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I seriously hope you liked it. I did this a year ago and since then my writing style has changed a little. Also, if you don't review I will reuse to post and you will miss this entire juicy story. That is a threat so review, review, review and I will post! That sounds fair. Bye!

In the next chapter, wolfram will see the world from a different point of view and…… tune in next time to find out.